Sunday and I am up early and sitting on the patio reading Atom. I sip coffee, nibble an apple and take my drugs including my pre jab paracetamol. The sun is up and warm even this early as I read the story of how the atom was explored and how mystified we still are about what an atom really is, if there is a “really is” as the contemporary theories suggest something far more surreal and philosophically more demanding. I am left in peace for a couple of hours before the rest of the family get up and have breakfast. I spend all morning reading and I am left wondering about the hypothesis that there is something in the nature of energy that moves towards life. It takes billions of years but move towards it, it appears to do.

I finish the book and have some ponder time. Then I am on to “Why beautiful people have more daughters” by Alan Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa. Its an evolutionary psychology book that suggests an explanation of “human nature” that is based strongly in the Savanna Principle. It is a challenging book that suggests that as humans there are such things as human nature and that culture is an environmental adaptation, and that there are no different cultures only “culture”. I was fascinated by some of the accounts of how some of the so called cross cultural “discoveries” were in fact nothing of the sort. My favourite was the way Margret Meade bodged some results from a single interview of two young women because she had not done the work she should have done. The two girls interviewed admitted in their later years that they made up what they told her in the interview because they were embarrassed by the nature of the questions about relationships, boys and sex. I just love it when history turns up a totally different account of something that was taken as gospel at the time. I read through the afternoon swapping the patio for the swing seat and only break for WhatsApp messages and snacks. All read out I sort out my pill box for the week and adjust the Tesco order for tomorrow as I watch Lewis Hamilton win the British Grand Prix. We eat dinner and I retreat in doors to write the blog and get ready to watch Baptiste. Tonight will be an early night as I am going for my 28 day jab early in the morning. I am just hoping that it is the new nurse who is on duty.